The gallop of four horsemen?
The apocalypse is upon us.
I tried to be in denial about it.
I thought if I don't acknowledge what Demon Baby is saying, he will eventually give up this notion.
After a week, he still kept on with it.
This will go away. Just don't acknowledge it. Denial.
Now . . . it's incessant. Firm. Belligerent. Loud. Insistent. Vocal beyond belief. It DEMANDS to be acknowledged.
Demon Baby has an imaginary friend.
Let's call him Demon Baby 2.0.
Demon Baby's imaginary friend has, in Demon's own words, "Magical powers, and he's really, really naughty. And SUPER HUMONGOUSLY POWERFUL!"
Demon Baby 2.0 has, when no one was looking, shredded an entire roll of toilet paper. Opened an entire box of Band-Aids and stuck every last one to the carpet. Drawn on Oldest Brother's wall. Discovered Oldest Sister's secret stash of gum, chewed pieces, and left them stuck to various pieces of furniture.
I could go on.
But now it's TWO of them.
And one of me.
There's no hope. Run for the hills.